Doesn't sadness always cause us to ask why? Anger, too. Why did this happen to me? Why do I have to deal with this? Right now I'm wondering how I'm supposed to deal with cutting someone entirely out of my life while there's still a part of me that cares about him. Why are pictures so hard to get rid of? Why is it that sometimes I feel like I'm doing better and then a few minutes later I'll find myself crying? I found myself asking, "How long? How long will it take for me to feel better?" But at least every day offers something good. For example, yesterday when I woke up and didn't want to get out of bed I began to compare myself to Audrey Hepburn at the end of Roman Holiday, and any time you can compare yourself to Audrey Hepburn you'll feel better. Oh, here's another one: why do I have to be so sensitive to everything right now? Like Nancy Kerrigan said, "Why me?" Oh well. It's not going to last forever.
